A/N: OMGWTFBBQ? This is NOT YAOI.This is Seto/O.C. I am attempting to show that not all O.C.'s are Mary Sues. I am attempting to make a believable character work in a relationship with a canon character. Jounouchi will not even come into this, except for maybe a brief moment. Kindly give this a chance. It's only been one chapter. Thanks to those who asked me not to kill her. Karen, you're right. That's bad writing, and I would shoot myself in the head before I did that. Sorry, CircleKV12. No Seto/Jou. And FantabulousWatapon, jeez, give her a break. I doubt you'd be on your best behavior if you were tranqed, stuck on a plane and flown for thirteen hours, and then shown your new husband- who reacts by saying, in so many words, "fuck off". Give her a feakin' chance, hmm? Ugh, I know I have weird POV changes, Cymoril. I'm sorry. It's the way my writing is. I'll try to work on it, though. Here you are, dear Wezen, sorry I made you wait oh so long. -snicker- And Leaf, you're crack-fed as usual. I less than three you.

Tasmin stirred, slowly rolling onto her back. For a long, dazed moment, she thought she was back in England.

No. The bed was too large large, too luxurious even for her room at home. The walls were different. There was only one massive window/door.

This was not her room.

She sat up, fighting off the last vestiges of grogginess. Ugh. Fuckin' tranqs. She staggered over to the adjoining bathroom. She wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't going to throw up.

She cranked on the hot water in the shower. Without bothering to remove her clothing, she stumbled into the shower and stood there, head bowed.

What the hell am I really doing here? Why did I let this happen to me? Why can't I just leave?What do I stand to lose? My family? Oh, how horridShe snorted, shaking her head tiredly. That's ridiculous. I don't give a damn about them. I should just leave, and leave now. I hate this place and I've been here for... all of... Christ, what, twelve hours? If that.

Fuck. She felt tired and drained, even after her nap. She was completely alone here. No one spoke English- well, anyway. There was no familiar food, faces or accents.

I'll listen to a bleedin' Irishman talk about independence for God's sake. She rubbed her eyes, trying not to cry. I will not cry. I won't. I won't. I'm strong- I have to be.

She would not show weakness in front of her "husband." That idea was laughable. That man was like a wolf- one sign of weakness, and he'd eat you alive. That was the impression she'd gotten from him, both from her experience yesterday, and the little she'd seen of him on the television. He showed no emotion whatsoever as he went for your throat.

And she was married to him.

Dammit.

(o)

Seto had firmly decided that last night had been a dream. There was no woman here. He was not married. All was well.

Stop deluding yourself. It doesn't become you.

Seto swore quietly and brought up the woman's file. At least Witherspoon had been kind enough to cough this up. Or smart enough. He wasn't certain which one it was yet.

He'd only found a few bits and pieces to interest him. Youngest child of four girls, her height, weight, date of bitch.

Things he didn't care about. Things he didn't want to know.

What I do want to know is how I can get rid of her! The damned woman wasn't even allergic to anything.

There was something else that had been weighing on his mind- Mokuba. What was he going to tell him? He had stories planned for the press- if, indeed, the press needed to find out. They would; there was no doubt that they would. They had eyes and ears in everything. There was no hiding her forever. Which was why he had come up with their story first.

But Mokuba- Mokuba was something completely different. He couldn't lie to Mokuba- for very long, anyway. And not plausibly. But he couldn't tell him the truth, either. Telling him that he was being forced to marry someone? That was all but unthinkable.

Mokuba respected him. Mokuba looked up to him.

He refused to be controlled by a dead man in front of his littler brother. He refused to be controlled by a dead man at all!

So, he resolved, he would ignore her. If she wanted come to him to make an agreement, she was welcome to.

He seriously doubted that she would.

So, dammit, that won't work.

He had considered, and quite seriously, hiding the woman from the world, locking her away in her room and refusing to let her out. It could work, too. He knew it would. As long as he could bend her spirit so that she wouldn't fight him. But with that wild card, it was entirely possible that the plan would fail. Her spirit seemed quite strong.

There was too much risk involved with that plan anyway. Especially if she got out. If she went to the press with that story, he would be ruined. Immediately. No chance of redemption.

So. There was no other thing for it. He couldn't get rid of her legally- yet. He had to tell Mokuba. As little as he wanted to.

"Nii-sama?"

Seto looked up, expression very serious. "Please sit, Mokuba."

Mokuba sat, looking nervous. "I didn't do it, nii-sama, whatever it was, I swear I didn't..."

Now Seto allowed himself to smile. "I'm sure you didn't, Mokuba. Don't worry, I'm not going to blame you for anything. I just need to talk to you."

Mokuba blinked, head tilting a bit. "About what, nii-sama?"

Seto took a deep breath. He didn't want to do this. But, unfortunately, he had no other choice. "Mokuba... I'm afraid that I am married."

Mokuba blinked at him for a long moment. "Married?"

"Yes." Seto looked his little brother in the eye. "It is an arranged marriage with a lady from England."

"Oh." Mokuba bit his lip. "...is she nice?"

"I don't know." Seto shrugged. "I'm ignoring her, really. She holds no interest for me."

Mokuba sighed. "I see." He then rubbed his chin a little. "Does she speak Japanese really well?"

"Not at all," Seto shook his head. "You'll have to speak English for her to the best of your ability."

"Cool!" Mokuba grinned. "That means we'll get to talk about her right in front of her and she won't know what we're talking about!"

"That's rude. But true," Seto admitted with a nod.

"Cool." Mokuba's grin was far too large for his own good. Seto was rather disturbed.

What did I do wrong in raising him?

(o)

Seto wasn't happy. He hoped and prayed- even if he didn't really believe in a high power- that Mokuba didn't do something stupid. It was entirely possible that he would.

Very, very possible.

He knocked politely on the woman's bedroom door. He might as well make it look good for his little brother. When he received no answer, he frowned and tried the door. Locked. Uh-oh. He unlocked the door and moved inside, telling Mokuba to stay where he was. She hasn't tried to run off, has she? Or something equally stupid...

He'd been considering having her killed, but he didn't want Mokuba to see her dead body if she'd committed suicide. She seemed unbalanced enough to do it...

He moved over, frowning at the cracked-open bathroom door. The light was on, but there was no water running, and no sound of movement within. Eyes narrowed, he pushed the door open. "Are you in here, woman?"

He was rewarded with a full frontal nudity shot of the woman, as she reached for a towel. It was closely followed by a shriek that would shatter glass, and a bar of soap that smacked him in the forehead.

He had let the bar of soap hit him, because he was rather distracted. Naked... oh, dammit. He quickly jerked back out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"You bloody fucking Peeping Tom son of a bitch I'm going to kill you! I'm going to rip out your innards and hang you with them!"

Seto weighed his options. He could stay here and try to explain himself to her, or he could leave.

As he heard something shatter against the door behind him, he chose the latter option, heading for the door and grabbing Mokuba's arm, giving him a terse, "she's busy" explanation.

He did not want to be castrated, and it seemed like if he stayed there, that would be what happened.

"What's wrong, nii-sama?" Mokuba looked up at him as he was being pulled along.

"She was busy," Seto retorted, refusing to cast a wary glance behind him.

Mokuba blinked, then grinned. "You saw her naked!"

"What? No!" Seto immediately denied. "She was in the shower, that's all."

"But she was screaming at you..." Mokuba's grin grew even wider. "You did see her naked!"

"I am not having his conversation with you, Mokuba." Seto snapped, rubbing his forehead.

"Why not?" Mokuba gave him an expression of wide-eyed innocence. "You did, didn't you?"

"Not another word, Mokuba," Seto said, irritation in his voice now. "I mean it."

Mokuba sighed and fell silent. So much for joking with his nii-sama. He really was sensitive.

(o)

Seto sat down at his desk. This was far, far more than he wanted to deal with today. He wished, above all else, that he had just gone with his instincts and avoided the woman at all costs.

But no, he'd wanted to introduce her to Mokuba. That was for the best, wasn't it? Of course.

"You- you- you!"

He groaned inwardly and looked up, purposefully keeping his face expressionless. "Yes?"

Crack!

His head jerked to the side with the force of the blow. Damn. She'd smacked him with all the strength she could muster. Her hand went back to hit him again and he grabbed her wrist. "Don't... do that again," he said, his voice too calm and too controlled.

Tasmin's lips peeled back in a soundless snarl, and she tried to yank her hand back. "Let me go, you bastard!"

"We need to get a few things straight." Seto was still calm as he slowly let her go. "You will not touch me again."

"Fine." Tasmin scrubbed her hand on her pant leg. "I need another shower to rid myself of the filth anyway."

"I didn't need to know that," he drawled, after forcing a few key images from his head. Lovely. Simply lovely. Am I going to see that every time I close my eyes? I sincerely hope not. I am Seto Kaiba. I am above such... things.

And yet, Mokuba's enthusiastic voice stuck in his head. "You did see her naked!"

Dammit!

"Obviously, Mr. Kaiba, you are a disgusting, sick pervert. I have no breath to waste on your pathetic existence." With those parting words, the woman turned and stalked out.

Seto rubbed the bridge of his nose. That- that woman! How dare she make those assumptions! She knows nothing about me! What happened was an accident, nothing more! Can't that stupid woman understand that?

He shook his head, dispelling his anger. She isn't worth it. Obviously, she's just a self-absorbed prude. I can't believe I expected anything less from a woman like that. With her schooling, her upbringing...

How wonderful. I'm chained to a stuck-up bitch for the rest of my natural life. I suppose that's not a bad thing, in a way. She'll never want anything from me. That's a plus, I suppose.

Wait- why the hell do I care about any of this? That woman isn't my problem. And one way or another, I'll work around this contract so that I get her out of here.

He sat silently for a moment, before glancing out the window. It was snowing.

He was married. And there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.

A/N2: Remember, not yaoi. So... review? Flames will be laughed at and responded to with snide abandon.